Vine - Homophobic Dad, Kenny Knox

Requested by: hun bun

Tweek yawned and stretched, getting to his feet. Craig, who had been half asleep leaning against him grumbled at the sudden loss of warmth, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with one hand as the other fixed his skewed hat.

"Sorry, Craig," Tweek murmured. "I didn't mean to wake you. It's just getting late and I need to get home. I have to open the shop tomorrow." Since he had turned sixteen, his parents had begun to place more and more responsibilities on him. Moments like this, just quietly resting and watching a movie with his boyfriend of seven years were few and far between.

They had been curled up together on Craig's bed, watching something on Netflix. They hadn't paid it much attention, more interested in talking and enjoying each other's company.

Craig got up, intending to walk him to the door. "It's good, I needed to finish my paper for history tonight anyway. I'll forget it by Monday if I don't do it now," he sighed, rubbing his face. It was unfortunate that he lived in a place that was cold practically year round. As he had gotten older, rather than being adjusted to the climate, Craig's body had rebelled a bit. His skin was always dry and flaky, and Tweek had gotten him a bottle of aloe lotion to help.

Tweek grabbed his hands, smiling slightly. "Don't do that, you'll irritate your skin. Don't forget to use the lotion before you go to bed." They shared a light kiss, then the teen left after assuring Craig he didn't need an escort out.

Sighing heavily, Craig grabbed the bottle and popped it open, knowing he'd forget to use it later. When it came to taking care of himself, his memory wasn't the greatest, unlike when it came to worrying over Tweek or his friends.

He sat on his bed and rubbed some of the white goop over his face, the coolness helping to wake him up. It wasn't terribly late yet, and Craig didn't want to be the type of person who went to bed at nine pm on a Friday night.

Before he was finished smearing the lotion in, he heard the sound of footsteps outside, then his dad opened the door, moving to come in. "Hey son, I just saw Tweek leav- WHAT IS THAT SHIT ON YOUR FACE?!"

Craig jumped in surprise at the sudden shriek, turning to face his father. "Dad, it's lotion1"

"NO! NO!" Thomas interrupted, backpedaling out of the room. Craig remained seated, deciding to finish up lotioning himself before following his father. Putting the bottle away, he went downstairs into the kitchen where both of his parents were, his mother looking extremely confused. She was patting her husband's shoulder, unsure what was upsetting him so much.

The teen watched blankly for a moment before speaking. "Dad, come on, I thought we were past the whole you-freaking-out-over-my-being-gay thing," he said tiredly. "And I don't even know what you're crying for. I told you it was just lotion. You know I have dry skin."

Laura's face turned to a knowing look as she connected the pieces of what was happening. "Did you think our boy and Tweek were doing something unsafe?" she asked. "Darling, we've given them the talk, and so has the school. Many times. I'm sure they're being safe."

Craig turned bright red and looked at his mother in horror. "Mom! We haven't done anything!"

"It wasn't the you being gay, son," Thomas cut in, wiping his eyes. "I just didn't expect my boy to be a-a bottom!"

If a portal to Hell had opened in their kitchen at the moment, Craig would have gladly given up the rest of his life and walked in facing backwards, both middle fingers pointed up at God. The embarrassment he felt seemed like it would be too much for a person to handle, yet somehow, here he was, handling it.

"Well, this is as much as I'm willing to handle today," he said, turning on his heel and going into the living room. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his house key, opening the front door. "I'm going to Tweek's or something. Probably won't be back until tomorrow." He headed down the street, thankful for the cold air that soothed his burning face.

It didn't take long to reach his boyfriend's home, and he let himself in as usual, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak already in bed. He knocked gently on the door of Tweek's bedroom, calling out softly, "It's me, babe."

The door opened quickly, and Tweek's surprised face was soon in its place. "What's going on, Craig? Is everything alright?" he asked, worry in his voice. It wasn't often that Craig just showed up without announcing himself. The last time had been the death of his last guinea pig, but Craig didn't seem like he was grieving.

He reached out and touched his face, gasping at how warm he was. "Oh, God, are you sick? Why did you walk over here!?" He tugged him into his room, making Craig sit on his bed. "You were fine when I left like ten minutes ago, what happened?"

Craig flopped back, covering his eyes and groaning. He explained what had happened with his dad, and the silence that followed was deafening. He peeked between his fingers at Tweek, and found him just as red as he had been, only instead of seeming embarrassed, he was clearly holding in laughter.

"Don't laugh," he pouted, sitting up and crossing his arms. "I could have died, it was that terrible."

This had the opposite effect of calming Tweek, instead making sound burst from him. He bent double, holding his stomach as he wheezed with laughter, tears dripping down his face. "Y-You should have told your dad, 'this is why you knock'!" he gasped out between breaths.

Craig was only able to keep his pout for a few more moments before he began to giggle as well. He was right, really, it was Thomas' own fault for just walking in. Once he recovered, Tweek sat beside him, drying his face.

"For the record, I'm totally a top," he added.

Tweek glanced at him, and the next thing Craig knew, he was on his back, Tweek pinning him down with a cheeky grin.

"Are you sure about that?"

For a moment he was left speechless, but after clearing his throat a few times, he managed to force out, "M-Maybe more of a switch."

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